Sometimes I wish I had lower expectations. My life would certainly be easier if that were the case.
You know, I thought about this when I happened upon a recipe for "Omelet in a Mug". It occurred to me that somewhere SOMEone thought this sounded like a great idea. Personally I cant imagine anything other than perhaps warmed up leftovers and steamed veggies that a microwave could fix to my standards. As far as a mug goes, they are for coffee, hot chocolate and possibly soup. I cant drink coffee out of those dreadful Styrofoam cups that snap crackle and pop. I'd rather do without. But an omelet in a mug? You gotta be kiddin me! I wouldn't touch it with a ten foot pole! And honestly, why that is, I cant say. Perhaps if I were a big egg devotee it wouldn't be so repulsive but the thought of it just makes my stomach lurch. And then I wonder WHY someone actually came up with this in the first place. Eggs cook in a couple of minutes so its not much of a time saver. I have never seen any food where a microwave improved the taste or consistency. Why, I have visions of yellow and white streaky rubber omelets, blech.
Some folks are lucky though and have no real expectations when it comes to food or really even in life for that matter. They are content just to rock along. I envy them in a way. Gary has high expectations of me and sadly, I often fail to reach the mark. Poor fella, comes home every other weekend and I feel like he has a barely hidden mental check list of things he ticks off as soon as he opens the door. I always try to have everything just so but it seems like something is always amiss. Friday night he came home while I was taking a shower only to hear Miss Cricket screaming bloody murder! I heard her screeching (from the shower) but figured she was out in the backyard and must not have come in with the others. I tried to hurry out of there to see why she was in such tizzy but the ext thing I know Gary is at the bathroom door asking why Miss Cricket was locked in the pantry. Well, heck, I didn't know. Sometimes she scoots in there when Im tossing something in the trash can.
Then he checks their water dish and it was empty. Another lecture. I swear their water dish is very rarely ever empty! Then the gas stove was still on low (from fixing his Saturday morning coffee cake). Sheesh I was snake bit! He is sure Im going to burn down another house! As far as he is concerned Im a total nimcompoot . A few times I have left the courtyard gate unlocked and Gary swears I must have a death wish or at the very least am begging for some snaggletoothed greasy misanthrope to come in and ravage me! I tell him not to worry because I always have my snub nose handy! That seems to worry him even more! Especially after one of our neighbor ladies heard a noise one night when her husband was gone and she grabbed her gun and shot out his side of their Sleep Number bed, on accident of course.
Sometimes I just feel like a bad girl and I didn't even have fun being bad.
Expectations
Sunday, November 4, 2012
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